Soft August afternoon.
The garden overripe
And wild.
Tanned and indolent,
He stretched in the sun
.
Sleepy from wine
Full with bread
It only needed fish
For a miracle.
.
And so it happened.
An hour passed,
Trailed by another.
He had forgotten her
Completely.
.
.
Copyright the author writing as Romantic Dominant
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A Faded Romantic's Notebook 
surrenderedone
August 26, 2012 at 8:36 pm
This made my heart ache
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Romantic Dominant
August 27, 2012 at 8:37 am
It wasn’t intended, but thank you for reading
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D
August 27, 2012 at 12:30 am
Inconveniently, ‘forgetting’ and ‘deciding to forget’ are very different things.
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Romantic Dominant
August 27, 2012 at 8:40 am
Alas
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Evelyn
August 27, 2012 at 5:14 pm
its both sad and happy when you realize you can forget.
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Romantic Dominant
August 27, 2012 at 5:59 pm
Never for long
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MysticalKitty
August 28, 2012 at 9:36 am
The more you try to wipe a memory the more vivid flashes in your mind.
Better to relish in its bitter sweetness. Let it engulf you. Saturate you.
Soonner than you imagined you will be released from the painful grip. You will be free…and enriched.
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Romantic Dominant
August 28, 2012 at 1:44 pm
I have tried many ways. In the end I know that the sadness will diminish. It is not linear, but it will fade nonetheless. I will forget these tortured days.
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Romantic Dominant
August 31, 2014 at 8:58 pm
Reblogged this on A Faded Romantic's Notebook.
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